Suddenly His - Jessa Kane Page 0,51
carried me out of there, taking me back to our castle, where we lived happily ever after.”
“But not before he kicked that mean old dragon in the face, right, Mom?”
Maisy’s shoulders shake with mirth. “Right.”
And now he’s in prison for the rest of his life. That’s my favorite part of the story, though we don’t include it in the kid’s version. Nor do we tell Gigi that her grandmother took off to Belize, only to return a year later asking for more money. This time, I wasn’t able to forgive and forget, no matter how much of Maisy’s compassion had rubbed off on me. The woman helped Winston Creed kidnap my wife—nothing excuses it.
Nonetheless, Maisy found her a job working in New Jersey and still calls her on holidays, truly believing in her heart that her mother is contrite. And once again, I’m left to marvel over my wife’s ability to forgive. I marvel over her constantly.
She’s my miracle. She even inspired me to help fund a startup for my old business partner. At first, I was skeptical that it would heal something inside me, but letting go of that resentment lightened an unseen load. Yet another reason to be grateful for my wife.
I clear my throat. “How are my girls?”
Gigi’s head whips around. “Dada!”
She bounds off the floor, hurtling herself at me and I catch her up, pretending to stumble under the impact. “Hey, kiddo. What are you making?”
“A valentine for you,” she says, patting my cheek.
“For me?” My jaw drops. “Can I hang it up in my office?”
“Yes!”
I get down on the floor between Maisy and Gigi, leaning over to kiss my wife.
It’s really only meant to be a quick hello kiss—there is a child present—but she sighs and lets me sink in, her fingernails grazing the back of my scalp. And I move closer on autopilot, teasing her lips wider with mine. Christ, I’m insatiable. I’ll never be anything but insatiable for her. Most of my lunch breaks are spent fucking her on my desk at the office. Up against the padded wall of her recording booth. In the garage, beside the pool, in hotel rooms across the city with the curtains wide open, her naked ass squeaking up and down the glass. Wherever I can get her, however I can satisfy her, as often as possible. Every time is better than the last.
“Ew!” Gigi screeches now.
We break the kiss, laughing quietly against each other’s lips.
“Later,” she whispers, fingering the knot of my tie.
Concentrating on making valentines is pretty hard after that. But we eventually feed Gigi dinner and get her to sleep, after one more request to hear the dragon story. Plus about nine zillion kisses happily delivered by me and Maisy.
And then it’s time for us.
We meet on the terrace beside the pool where I’ve arranged a candlelight dinner. A violinist plays softly in the shadows, rose petals are strewn across the white tablecloth, the ground, the surface of the pool. A member of the staff fills flutes with champagne, another arranges appetizers between us.
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” I say, picking up her hand, pressing my lips to the pulse on her wrist, satisfied when I feel it flicker. “How was your day?”
“Great,” she breathes, a pink flush of pleasure on her cheeks highlighted by the flickering candles. “Another contract came in, Jack. It’s a big author this time.”
She tells me the name and I breathe an incredulous sound. “Jesus, angel. That’s huge.” A lump forms in my throat. “I’m so proud of you.”
“I’m so proud of you, too. The way you are with Gigi…” Her eyes mist and she looks away. “It’s not just a funny story about slaying dragons. You really are my Prince Charming.”
Fuck. My heart is going a million miles in my chest. When she says these things to me, I swear I’m dreaming, but somehow I’ve managed to become the man she deserves.
And being Maisy’s man comes with certain responsibilities.
My wife is more than satisfied when we make love with no one looking, just the two of us. But she’s got that little kink that’s never far from her mind. Making her happy in every way means nurturing it from time to time—and damn, it’s the furthest thing from a hardship.
“You ready for your present?” I ask her, my cock already stiff and aching.
She glances around with wide eyes. “There’s more? This dinner is perfect. More than enough.”
“No. It’s ever enough.” I crook a finger at her. “Come here.”
Maisy rises from the table, sexy as hell in short, red satin, her tits plumped at the low neckline. I pull her down into my lap so she’s straddling me, neither one of us hesitating to get close while the staff bustles around. They’ve been our impromptu audience many times before and are paid well to go about their day.
Occasionally they even stop and watch.
Now, one of the staff members sets up a camera and tripod beside the table, looking through the viewfinder until the camera is angled correctly, as they’ve been instructed.
“What is this?” Maisy asks, her surprise obvious.
I turn her face back to mine. “We’re going to livestream.”
“What?” she breathes, but her breaths are already coming faster, more excited.
“Thousands of people are going to watch you ride me. But they won’t be able to see above our necks.” I slide a hand up beneath her dress, knuckling the dampening material of her panties. Jesus Christ. Always so wet. So ready for me. “Just you in my lap. Milking my dick like a greedy girl.”
The red light goes on over her shoulder, the member of staff melting back into the darkness.
“We’re live, baby,” I whisper, leaning back and unzipping my pants. Sliding up the back of her dress and leaving the satin bunched at her waist. “Give them a show.”
And while it starts as a Valentine’s Day gift for her, it quickly becomes the best present I’ve ever received, Maisy gripping the back of my chair and riding me for broke, her hips a revelation, bouncing one second, grinding hungrily the next.
“They’re wishing they had a shot at high-quality pussy like this,” I growl in her ear. “But they don’t, do they? There’s only one this perfect—and it’s mine. You are mine.”
It’s a challenge not to come in sixty seconds when she’s pumping up and down on me, so tight, so slick, so fucking horny, and my fingers digging into the arm of the chair, my muscles straining to hold back my release. Thank God, she finishes fast and hard, head thrown back, wailing for Daddy, and I let go with a yell, filling her tight pussy full of hot seed, continuing to bounce her in my lap until she falls limp and the red light goes out.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Maisy,” I breathe, covering her up once again, brushing my lips up the side of her damp neck. “God, baby, I love you.”
“I love you, too. For accepting every part of me. Encouraging me. Shining a light and celebrating things I might have overlooked. Loving me so fiercely.” She lifts her head, kisses my mouth, both of us still panting. “But I still haven’t given you your gift.”
My laugh is brief. “I promise. You have.”
Lips quirking, she shakes her head. Reaches back and plucks something off the table.
An envelope.
Keeping her on my lap, I open it up…and a black and white sonogram falls out.
“Congratulations,” she murmurs, leaning in to kiss me. “You’re having a son.”
Emotion gathers in my throat like yarn being wound and all I can do is stare at her, hoping she can read my mind, read the undying love and wonder on my face.
Which of course she does. Because she’s a miracle.
“I know,” she whispers, laying her head down on my shoulder.
And we don’t move for a very long time, simply existing in each other’s heartbeats.
THE END
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